One of the beautiful things I’ve picked up is the piano.
In the past, I was taught chords (as in detesting where each note was at and then pressing the three notes together to make a chord) but I never had the patience or the desire to really discipline myself to learn.
Lately, I find freedom playing for myself and singing.
Anyways… I believe I’m at the beginning of writing a song. One that will come slowly and touch not only my heart, but many. Right now I only have the start.
Why me? Why my heart?
Why must I cry? And feel so weak?
On Wednesday, I sat down late at night and began to sing. Something around those lyrics came to me and for a good hour I sang to the Lord and He answered me. He gave me courage. However, my song didn’t begin for me, but for a group of people and sometimes, when I’d sing those words I knew they were for me too.
Then I sang again last night. This time is was just me singing to the Lord through my hurt. Asking Him to come and to heal my heart.
Right now, I only have the start and possibly the ending.
Don’t you fret. Don’t you worry.
We’ll go through this valley, together.